Yi childhood composition

In normal study, work or life, everyone will always come into contact with composition, which can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is my carefully compiled composition recalling my childhood, for reference only, hoping to help everyone.

Recalling my childhood composition 1 Soon, the annual Dragon Boat Festival reminded me of my childhood again.

Maybe at the age of 4, the river can be rowed home. Far away, I heard a loud voice shouting. I just shook it and curiously took my mother-in-law home to look at home. Because my mother-in-law has always been a kind nanny, I also regard her as my own relative. She took my hand and staggered to Long Beach. As it happens, colorful dragon boats lined up in the river, actively catching cracks.

After the starting gun sounded, a dragon boat flew like thunder on the water. "Jade Dragon Boat" means spirit and morale, especially when two boats are playing drums. The morale of the boatman seems to be related to the rising thunder.

This scene is so rare and common that I am going crazy to see such an exciting scene at home! She and her mother-in-law always try to hold my hand and smile kindly. Then I went to see the top players. Every boat is wet, just immature in my eyes, just wetter.

I am very happy to walk home arm in arm with my mother-in-law. It's time for lunch My mother-in-law lit two steaming green triangles and asked me to shake off the big leaves on their surfaces hand in hand. My mother said with a smile that rice uses lotus leaves as her triangle and her body is called zongzi. I was surprised to find that rice meat is rich in connotation. Their mother brought them back from the countryside. People eat zongzi and row boats. I began to pick up the lotus seed paste rice ball and bite it hard. Looking at my mother's kind smile, I only feel that my mouth is very kind and warm.

My mother-in-law lived with my family when she was in primary school, but we often went to see her during the Dragon Boat Festival and returned some zongzi to this ancient and happy festival. These years are just a pity for me. Dragon Boat Festival is registered in Korea. The river in my hometown is too dirty. My mother-in-law died after rowing. I have registered, but we will eat zongzi on the Dragon Boat Festival. On the day when the dirty river becomes dirty, we can still row dragon boats, but what saddens me most is that I can't always hold my mother-in-law's hand in the long beach to watch the game.

I like the Dragon Boat Festival in my hometown, but what I miss more is that I will never return to my childhood and my mother-in-law. Dragon boat thinks this is enough.

The word "child" no longer belongs to me, so "childhood" is far away from me, out of reach and out of reach. I once thought that if I didn't admit it, people would think I was still a child. Until I went to junior high school, people said to me, "You have grown up."

Nevertheless, I still don't give up my childhood memories and feelings.

When I was about ten years old, I went back to my grandmother's house in winter vacation and lived for ten days. Because of my cousin's company, I always like to run around all day and be crazy. I didn't go home for dinner until the sunset embraced the mountains.

A few days later, on a night when the stars hung faintly, grandma sat on the bed and told us a story:

One day, my uncle went home It was dark and everyone was closed. He got on his motorcycle and hurried back to grandma's house. As a result, I passed a crossroads not far away and found a big rabbit with sparkling eyes coming from the west side of the road like a red gem. The rabbit came at his uncle fiercely. Uncle stepped on the accelerator hard, went back to grandma's house in a panic and locked the door. It is said that Big Rabbit comes out every night to catch children who can't go home to play, and there are others who don't lock the door because of carelessness.

After lying down, I tossed and turned in bed, repeating grandma's words in my head. A rabbit with ruby eyes came up to me in the dark.

In the last few days at my grandmother's house, I never came home late. Sometimes I even stay at home all day and go nowhere.

Later, I probably watched too much before I knew which words were true and which were false. But that eye is like a rabbit with a red gem, and the scene that came at me will never be forgotten.

I don't know why, childhood has become blurred in my memory. It's also sad to think of it. I didn't cherish the happiest time in my life.

If you think about it carefully, the only thing you can pick up is the sparse memory left in your mind. These memories are like scattered pictures, and I need to piece together a set of perfect pictures gradually.

The only thing that can spell is to run between mountains and play between water. At that time, it was just inexhaustible energy, and even walking was skipping. Looking back now is naive. But I miss that innocence, that innocence, because only then is the most brilliant time to laugh.

Childhood seems carefree, but also because of naughty scolded, even rattan. However, I don't quite understand why such a thing lingers in my mind and my memory is so clear, but it may be the best memory to interpret my childhood.

How happy it is to spend the best time in life in ignorance! I'm glad I can have a good memory. In today's interest-driven society, many people only care about the present. Have they ever thought about taking a rest and leaving some good memories for themselves in the journey of life? When they suddenly look back on the future, they can't help but sigh sadly: childhood was once a long time ago!

To this end, we should leave some beautiful memories, so as not to think of them occasionally, but to make them disappear in a hurry. Therefore, the best memories must be treasured in the deepest part of the soul, and only there can they be preserved forever.

Ah! Let the lost days stay in the sea of tranquility in my heart, let the breeze of thought blow, and wave after wave flock to the other shore.

I am afraid that "childhood" is on the other side and I am on the other side. Looking at the happiness of the past, day and night!

Childhood is a sweet song that sings the most beautiful tune in our hearts. Childhood is a ship about to sail, which brings us beauty and innocence. Childhood is gone forever. But it left us with infinite imagination and incomparable memories.

I remember when I was 4 years old, I did something that made people laugh. In the hot summer, my mother-in-law fell in love with "fighting the landlord". The table is moved out and four chairs are surrounded. Mother-in-law and his card friend went to war. As for me, I am just like a fart, learning to look like a mother-in-law. I moved a small chair and sat beside my mother-in-law. After a long time, I probably understood something. Sometimes, my mouth keeps saying "J, Q, K, A, 2". Shuffle! What is shuffling? I'm confused.

One day, I saw my mother washing clothes, so I ran over and asked my mother, "Mom, what does washing clothes mean?" Mother said, "Washing clothes means putting laundry detergent on clothes and rubbing them hard." I nodded and thought, "Oh! Then washing clothes and shuffling are the same meaning. " So I decided to give it a try. "In case I wash very clean, my mother-in-law may reward me!" Gently take away her mother-in-law's "century-old treasure" playing cards and come to the laundry table. Tear open the bag and rub it up like a mother, but after only two or three rubs, the card is "dismembered". In this way, I twisted all the cards into "disabled people" At this time, my mother-in-law came back and saw the playing cards in my hand. She said angrily, "What are you doing? You washed the good cards! " I said inexplicably: "I am shuffling! What's the matter! " My mother-in-law listened to my words and said to me angrily and humorously, "Silly boy, shuffling cards is not to soak them in water, but to disrupt the order of cards!" " I heard an epiphany, scratched my head embarrassedly and smiled.

There are many interesting things in childhood, such as the stars in the sky. Looking back now, it's really childish.

Everyone has a childhood, and the fun of childhood is like all kinds of shells, sparkling and colorful with the company of seawater. Now, I still hold the brightest shell in my hand, which is also my most unforgettable childhood fun.

I remember when I was a child, I lived with my grandmother. At the entrance of my grandmother's village, there is a willow tree about my size. I always regard it as a good friend and tell it happy things. I often take a knife and carve a note on the trunk to measure whether I have grown taller. Looking at those horizontal lines, I wish I could grow faster. One day, I happily took a knife and ran to the willow tree to measure my height. But, I see, why is today's mark shorter than last time? I rubbed my eyes and looked at it carefully. God, I'm really short. I ran home quickly, filled with fear, and all kinds of speculations came to my mind. I run faster. As soon as I got home, I quickly said to my grandmother, "grandma, it's not good." I shook my grandmother's thigh. " Shorter! ""What's getting shorter? " "I! I'm getting shorter! "Grandma squatted down and said to me," Why did you say you became shorter? " I grabbed grandma's hand and ran out without saying anything. I pulled my grandmother to the entrance of the village, pointed to the little willow tree and gasped, "I carved my height on the tree with a knife for a few days, but my mark today is shorter than before!" " I pointed to today's score and the final score, solemnly facing my grandmother. The Bund listened to my words and then looked at the two crooked lines. First it froze for a few seconds. Then I burst into laughter for no reason. My grandmother covered her stomach and burst into tears. I was puzzled and asked her, "What's so funny? "Grandma touched my head, stopped laughing and said," Fool, you are not short, but the willow tree is tall. Don't do such stupid things again! " "At this moment, I realized quietly, touched the back of my head and smiled stupidly with my grandmother, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha. ...

Accompanied by laughter, I remembered my childhood life again. At that time, I was naive, lovely and lively ... I wanted to collect these shiny shells and keep them in my memory forever.

Recalling Childhood Composition 6 Childhood is like a cup of tea, it is bitter, but the aftertaste is sweet and unforgettable. ...

When I was a child, there was a loquat tree in front of my house. In April, small green fruits are covered among the green leaves, and the branches are heavy. Until May and June, the loquat tree overflowed with faint fragrance and covered with golden fruits, so there would be sweet loquat to eat.

What impressed me the most was the baked sweet potato of my neighbor's grandmother.

At that time, she raised a lot of bacon sausages at home, and she often liked to eat after smoking. Grandma likes me very much. She always bakes me two sweet potatoes in the fire under the bacon stove. Every time I smell a mouth-watering fragrance, I swallow my saliva and run to my grandmother's house. She looked at me kindly, and a gray-green dress made her look a little old. Wrinkled cheeks are traces of fleeting time. I smiled and said, "Grandma, the sweet potato you baked is really delicious!" " "Grandma couldn't help laughing when she saw my greedy appearance, and said," Does my little sister want to eat? "I didn't feel at home, but nodded with a smile. Grandma took the poker, skillfully took out two cracked sweet potatoes, put them in a bowl and showed them to me with a smile. I took the bowl and said to grandma with a smile in my childish eyes, "thank you, grandma!" " "I trotted home again.

The freshly baked sweet potato is stained with a lot of fire ash, which makes people feel disheartened and can't put it down. But it's hot, but I can't eat it when I see it, so I'm worried. Finally, I picked up my hand and tried to tear off the sweet potato skin. As soon as I touched it, I felt a burning sensation on my hands and soon gave up. "well! It's so hot! " I've been swallowing saliva. It's so tempting! I waited anxiously for a long time, and then I couldn't wait to slap the ash and tear the skin, biting it down, and the sweet taste made people memorable!

Now, I can't see the young loquat; Can't smell the mouth-watering fragrance; Can't eat sweet and delicious sweet potatoes ...

Childhood, like green tea, will also cool down. ...

Childhood is like a boat, full of our colorful experiences. It is childish, it is young and ignorant, and it is even more interesting. The fun of childhood is like countless stars in the sky. In the starry sky in my memory, there is one thing that I still can't forget.

I remember one day during the Spring Festival in 20xx, I heard from my grandmother that there were going to be guests at home, and I got up early in the morning to help prepare. When everyone was almost busy, I remembered that my sister was still asleep. When I tried to wake her up, I found her eyes closed, but her mouth was open and she was still drooling. I am thinking: Is she having a good dream of eating delicious food? Just then, guests came, including two "little guests". I had a brainwave and thought of an "idea": "blow" my sister with a balloon. Yes! I can sneak into the room, put a bulging balloon in her ear, and then … think about it, and I will laugh happily. I told this "idea" to two young guests, who agreed without hesitation and applauded.

I found balloons and toothpicks and distributed them to my friends. After we inflated the balloons, we quietly walked into the room and focused all the balloons on my sister's ears.

I whispered, "I burst the balloon from the beginning." "Yes!" They all nodded. We picked up the toothpick and aimed it at the balloon. I nodded, and the partners worked together. With a bang, the balloon exploded. We were all startled, and my sister sat up in shock, her face stiff with fear. Seeing this, we started running. My sister chased us after she got up. She kept complaining: "I'm eating mala Tang ..." Although my sister hit a little, we still smiled happily.

Afterwards, my mother criticized me and said it was dangerous to scare people like this. I listened and nodded in confusion. I still can't help laughing when I think about it now. Now, I'm in grade five, and I've learned a lot. I have never done such a stupid thing again. Recalling the interesting things when I was a child, I just feel cute!

My little granddaughter came back from kindergarten and said happily, "Grandparents, we are going to perform on Children's Day. Will you go and see it? " When he said this, he danced and performed. Ah, it's Children's Day again, and I can't help thinking of my distant and wonderful childhood. I also think of Children's Day that year.

I remember when I was a child, on Children's Day, I wore a white shirt, blue pants and a bright red scarf. If I had a brand-new pair of white sneakers, it would be the most beautiful and fashionable dress. If you have the opportunity to participate in the performance on the anniversary, it will be the most enviable if you get back the certificate of pride because of your excellent study.

Children's Day when I was eleven will remain in my memory forever.

It was 196 1 year, and I was in grade five. 1959 In the winter, my parents took me to the south from my hometown in the northeast. I studied in Wenzhou Washi Central Primary School. At first, people were born in two places and could not speak. But I soon got used to it. I like the scenery in the south of China, where the seasons are like spring, and I like the lush campus there.

On Children's Day that year, the school organized a reading contest, and I won the first prize. I have read a fairy tale: a wolf without a tail. What impressed me the most was that an essay I wrote, Two Little Peacocks, won the prize in the Children's Day essay competition and was published in the school's black newspaper.

I still remember the general content of that composition, which is to recall and miss a good friend in my hometown. Through the two little peacocks that my friends gave me when they left, I recalled the past and expressed the central idea of missing my friends and cherishing friendship.

I often think of the beautiful campus, the Children's Day that year, and the blackboard newspaper on campus. Beautiful childhood, why let me so haunted?

Recalling childhood composition 9 childhood, goodbye, no, goodbye!

Childhood, waves, no, look back!

Childhood is a lingering sunshine, a few years that can't be left behind; It's a little sweet. I can't find it anymore.

Silly you, silly me, are all doing silly things. Silly days and silly months reflect silly days. Silly childhood has passed. You and I, the sun and the moon are still there, but we haven't passed away. We just put that silly aside and try our best to play it calmly and seriously. Only silly childhood is still silly.

Childhood, silly, is really like stepping on a red grid when we are playing games, right? We have to admit that the red grid is carved on the ground and will be erased by footprints one day. I have to admit that the red grid is engraved in my heart and I will never forget it.

I forget when and where I read this little poem with you: "I remember when I was a child, you liked to chat and I was joking." This poem is not very appropriate, because your smile still echoed in my mind at that time. ...

Once upon a time, you were my streamer, guiding me, but the streamer easily threw people aside. ...

I have heard a saying: people are selfish, maybe … we are too selfish. On the way forward, we forget or can't turn back, forget or can't let go, that's all, that's all.

The other end of the red grid is still bright red, because many people forget it and no one touches it. Maybe some people like to put it in the ocean of their hearts. ...

The front end of the red grid is pale white, because we are all on the way forward and can't go back to that bright red place, so let's go forward, because we have everything, and a pale white is better!

There are memories in the hole pupil all the year round, but the pace keeps on.

Memories of childhood composition 10 Every bit of my childhood life haunts me and makes me unforgettable. It was she who accompanied me through the long and happy childhood.

Miao is my best friend in primary school life. She gave me encouragement when I was depressed. She comforted me when I was sad; She shared it with me when I was happy ... In these six years, we have forged a profound friendship, but all good things must come to an end. Finally, we all went to different middle schools, but we still didn't break contact.

Her face is round, with naturally curly light yellow hair, and she is a girl who loves to laugh. When she smiles, a lovely dimple will appear on her mouth, and her bright eyes will always look at you naively. Her hair is tied low at the back of her head, and a small cherry mouth is becoming more and more attractive.

We are a small group, and we will always be together. We are like two "boys" who used to climb the wall together. Play together; Chatting together ... it was also that time that made me more aware of the value of friendship.

It was a mock exam that day, and I didn't review, so I was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. I was in a hurry, but the terrible thing came. The report card was handed out, and I did badly in the exam. While I was in a daze, Miao Zhu Jin came over and said to me. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if I don't do well in this exam, as long as I work hard next time ... After her persuasion, I suddenly became enlightened and my confidence rekindled. From then on, I was inseparable.

Although separated, I will still find familiar figures among my current classmates, which look so familiar. Everyone will have a bosom friend in childhood, and they will bring you endless happiness, so please cherish the friendship of youth!

Recalling my childhood composition 1 1 I spent thirteen years in my hometown. For some unavoidable reasons, I left my dearest father, grandfather, grandmother and hometown and came to Shangrao, a big city in the eyes of rural people.

Haven't been home for a long time! Try to recall my vague hometown, vaguely remember that it is a small village surrounded by mountains on three sides, where there is no noise and intrigue, only fresh air and simple people. ...

The weather in my hometown really makes me love and hate. I remember one winter, after lunch, I opened the curtains and saw, ah, the scenery in front of me surprised me-it was snowing heavily outside, and then I deeply realized the meaning of the idiom "goose feather snow". I looked out of the window and lost in thought. When I came to my senses, I saw another scene. The snow is still falling here, and the roofs, branches and roads are covered with a thick layer of snow. It's quiet outside, as if only snowflakes are falling gently, and a good play is being staged, really like a silver kingdom made of powder and Dai. This road seems to be covered with a thick carpet. I stepped on it and made a creaking sound, leaving a string of deep footprints. The world covered with snow and ice is particularly enchanting.

However, while I was playing, I suddenly tripped over a branch hidden under the snow, which turned me into an "old man with a white beard" and took a bite of "cotton candy". Oh! It's cold!

Hometown, in my memory, has always been a familiar word, but because of the passage of time, I have forgotten it, only occasionally, and my relatives in my hometown will forget it. ...

Recalling my childhood composition 12, I couldn't help but indulge in its dreamy fragrance, a hometown that I yearned for, and a paradise where I was born. Oh, that childhood full of laughter! I deeply, deeply remember your innocent days.

I vaguely set foot on the first road of youth and walked alone to the towering trees. The morning sunshine is covered with naked gauze clothes, which gives the earth bright colors. I, on that tearful bridge, had a glimmer of loneliness under my eyes. In my childhood, those budding lotus buds had many cool rainy days. A very good friend of mine finally separated from her. The middle school chose a different road, and maybe we will never meet again. How many people have hurried through their lives in those years, and they will eventually become passers-by in my life.

In a snowy winter, I still pass on my own sounds of nature to the snowy Tian Hong, which is everyone's purest memory and only welcomes that childhood gift with purest and better hope.

I opened my hazy eyes in my drowsiness, and there was flowing snow outside the window. Countless white bodies turn around in the sky, and my eyes turn to white clouds. Is that elegant veil decorated for them for nothing? Oh, look! That group of children, rolling in the snow, some have got carried away, throwing snowballs everywhere, piling them on him for a while, and a little on his head for a while. Laughter wafts in the breath of winter, adding a touch of warmth to the world wrapped in silver. A snowman stood there wittily, watching the children play. And I'm rolling a big snowball, ready to hit my cousin! Hee hee, I smiled instinctively. Looking around, the blue sky is still fresh and incomparable, as if even the sun father-in-law could not bear to come out! To tell the truth, children in the snow, who wants to leave these lovely elves!

However, the good times are always so short, the sun shines on the earth, the soil is covered with traces of water, and the snow elf has no trace anymore. In this way, our childhood has gradually melted with time.

Childhood Memories Composition 13 Under the nourishment of rain and sunshine, seeds break out of the ground and become the clothes of nature. Time passes in silence, and we grow up in silence. In retrospect, what we experienced has already become our memories.

Listening to those beautiful fairy tales, playing in those shallow grass, carefree every day. I know that I can never go back to those beautiful days, leaving only a faint sigh and a faint sadness.

I forgot the time to go home because I caught fish, and I was beaten by my parents when I went home. I accidentally broke my neighbor's glass while playing ball and ran to the mountains for fear of being beaten by my neighbor's aunt. In order to find me, my family searched almost the whole mountain and found me sleeping in a place where trees crossed. The picture came into my eyes, with those joys and sorrows, and gradually disappeared in front of my eyes. I want to reach out and catch it, but it's gone, and almost nothing can disappear.

Time passed quickly, and I forgot those beautiful things. I live in a vast sea of people, day after day, year after year, until that day, I have been walking until my childhood.

The saplings, once one meter high, now cover the sky. This once clear river is no longer clear. What used to be a small house is now a tall building. Those childhood playmates have gone their separate ways now. Everything that was once strange is long gone, and I am growing up and becoming less carefree. Now that I think about it, I have changed, not to mention those things?

I'm ready to leave now, to see my childhood and to chase after the good times. Stepping on the grassland of youth, crossing tall trees and rushing streams, I went to look for my childhood in memory, only to find that time was in a hurry and I could never find it again! In the sun, I left silently. The sun shines on the back of my departure, but there is a faint sadness. ...

Recalling childhood composition 14 childhood, we had a good time talking and laughing. At that time, we were naive, lovely and naughty ... whenever I think of childhood, I can't help crying.

Last National Day, my best friend, my sister and I traveled all the streets in Truman. When we reached a path with a park nearby, we stopped and ran into the park hand in hand. Then, I found a long bench, sat on it and made a "click". Suddenly, we laughed our heads off. After the laughter, we chatted with each other.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was strongest, my sister and I ran to the swing area. They grabbed two seats and played on the swing. This is a game created by my sister and me. First we were sitting on the swing, and someone gave the order: 1, 2, 3, go! Everyone began to swing to see who could swing faster than others. We started to play, and when my sister gave the order, we swung forward with all our strength. Ah! Sister is faster than me! I run faster than my sister. Unconsciously, it was past 2: 30, and my sister and I jumped off the swing.

After a while, my sister and I saw a bird parked on the lake not far away, so we picked up a stone and ejected the bird. At this moment, the bird flapped its wings and flew away. For a moment, my sister and I were sitting in the pavilion by the lake in dismay.

It is raining. I looked up at the sky and clapped my hands happily. Then I took my sister's hand and rushed into the rain. At first, my sister looked blank until the rain soaked her clothes. We sang while stepping on the puddle. The falling rain and the cheerful songs of my sister and I combined to form a perfect chorus. In the laughter, time flies, it's time to go home. I am reluctant to leave Truman, a hilarious Truman.

Childhood is so carefree, so free, a little thing can make me laugh.

Recalling childhood composition 15 Everyone's childhood is a colorful memory.

It was a hot summer, and I went to my grandfather's house for a holiday.

There is a small garden in his house. I looked out of the window and saw grandpa watering the flowers in the garden, so I quietly went over to scare him, but he was not scared, but laughed.

Then, my eyes turned to the potted flower, and I asked, Grandpa, what is that for?

Alas, all you do is eat.

This is sunflower, and it is not edible.

Sunseeker, do you know what the flower language of sunflower is?

I don't know. I shook my head and said.

The flower language of sunflower is faith, brilliance, arrogance and loyalty. It represents the love and yearning for dreams and life. Grandpa said solemnly.

What do I care about so many things that I can't eat? Hum!

Alas, you child.

At noon, my grandfather and I went back to our respective rooms to sleep. But I couldn't sleep, so I went to grandpa's room and looked at the pen on the table.

joke

I ran to grandpa's room with a pen in my hand. After confirming that Grandpa was asleep, I drew a Xiaohua Mall on his face. I couldn't help laughing when I looked at my masterpiece, but I accidentally woke him up.

What are you laughing at? Grandpa looked at me with a puzzled face and said.

I said to grandpa with a mirror, see for yourself.

Grandpa was furious when he saw himself like this. Knowing that this was my masterpiece, he shook his head helplessly and smiled when he looked at himself again.

Now, I have grown up and my grandfather is getting older and older. Those childhood memories have become the most important part of our lives. I wish I were still the one who only knows how to eat!